Wednesday, December 26, 2012

How Being A Follower Can Change The World


Think of the great leaders of the world – the giants of industry, the financial wizards, the healers, the inventors, the humanitarians.  We look to our leaders to set the pace, and to change the world.  Sometimes, the leaders upon whom we rely let us down, or worse, lead us down a horrible route.  We follow, largely because we hope, and even believe, that they know where they are going, and what is best for us.  It is a habit engrained into us, from the moment that we look to our parents for support, protection and guidance.  Parents, too, occasionally fail.
Leadership has proven to be essential to the growth of this world. Yet, it is leadership that may also be destroying our environment.  Many of us would love to be able to be involved in making a difference, and seek leaders of varying capacities and capabilities to show us how to do so.  Since Greenpeace began tackling whaling issues, or PETA began speaking out in unusual ways against animal cruelty, hundreds of thousands of followers have taken up the cause.  Slowly, the world is responding positively.
Once Microsoft and Macintosh set the stage for a major shift in technology and personal computing, that aspect of our globe saw burgeoning innovations that now are commonplace, as other inventors and visionaries discovered unique applications of the computer technology. At the same time, financial leaders, wrongly motivated by greed instead of responsibility, drew countless other would-be millionaires into investment strategies that nearly caused the collapse of global markets.
Leaders in one venue, though, are not necessarily equipped to lead in others.  Prime Minister Winston Churchill, credited with saving the United Kingdom against the aggression of Germany’s Hitler, was promptly discarded as leader of the UK once the war was over.  He was seen as lacking peacetime skills.  On the other hand, President Eisenhower succeeded on the battlefield and in the political area.
Government offers the most distinct opportunity to choose who you believe is best to guide you, and  for politicians to garner an army of followers.  Too often, though, we choose our political leaders based on likeability, or worse, the ability to deceive us. Yet, the very nature of politics is one of compromise, which , in turn, leads to muted versions of ideals.  Consider the failing of the 2010-12 US Congress, gridlocked because each party was unable or unwilling to moderate its dogmatic approach to issues of concern.
Politics, however, also offers the opportunity for intelligent citizens to scrutinize the leaders, compel change in them and impact on policies.  Whether one agrees with their values or not, the Tea Party illustrates the power of followers who exercise their option to accept only the positions important to them.
The dichotomy between leadership and following, and the influence each has on the other is magnified in politics, because largely it is public.  The paradox of a leader following public opinion and a follower dictating the direction for leaders to lead also reveals the value of following.
We all have the capacity to change the world.  However, most of us fail to achieve our potential to contribute, because we doubt the value of our input and wait for leadership that coincides with our objectives.  Instead, we can make the most difference when we take the time to analyze various positions to determine those that most closely approximate our own, and then become involved with that aspect of our lives.  By committing to a cause, we have taken the most critical step in changing the world.   Once involved, we can let our leaders know how we want them to adjust their positions and, if they prove unwilling to do so, we can undertake the process of shaping and grooming a new leader.  Leadership has its place, but its primary value is in reflecting and promoting the position of its followers. 
The keys, therefore, to changing the part of the world that we want altered are simple: good values, solid leadership, and followers who choose and shape their leaders thoughtfully.

Friday, November 16, 2012

A Tribute, Long Overdue


He was a great friend, not just to one, but to all.  Few of us, though, knew precisely how to value that friendship.  Donny was born “deformed.”  We understood that.  His arms and legs were twisted, his fingers and toes fused together as if he were burned in a fire.  His head was too large for his body.  All that, we saw, as children and classmates of Donny Solvason.
But we were wrong.  It was not his head that was too large, but his heart.  And the only deformities were our rigid, unthinking visual perception of this remarkable person.
Donny died when he was nineteen, after myriad surgeries to “correct” his problems.  We all lost when he left.
Donny never let his physical limitations hamper his outlook, his intellect or his kind generosity.  While one may wonder what he had to give, as I reflect on his life as we knew it, he gave everything.  Donny had every reason to be bitter, to be defeated, to be self-absorbed.  He was never any of those things.  When any of us were unhappy or had petty problems, he wanted to know, and to hear, and to sympathize.  He demonstrated these qualities from the first time I met him, when he was only six, and attending school for the first time. 
Scholastically, Donny excelled, setting aside the incredible pain that he must have endured, to apply himself to learning.  I was the “smart kid” in class, but of the few times I was bested by other classmates, the one that I actually embraced was the day that Donny beat me in a regional school spelling bee, and went on to the divisional finals. 
Only once did I hear him complain.  It occurred when one of us, unthinking, was racing around the school yard, pushing Donny in his wheelchair.  This kid turned too sharply and spilled Donny onto the gravel.  Without any way to protect himself, he scraped his hands and face badly, and screaming in pain and panic, unable to get back into the chair.  The other schoolmate, fearful of the consequences and alarmed by the crisis, fled, leaving my poor friend writhing on the ground.  It was several minutes before a teacher came to the rescue.  Donny, true to character, sought out that child who had fled, and told him not to worry, and that the schoolmate would not get into trouble.  He was more concerned with that young fellow’s situation than his own.
Everyone liked Donny, yet, when we moved on to high school and Donny to the hospital, virtually every one of us forgot about him.  He was a friend, but, typical of young people, we only had time for him when it suited us.
Donny Solvason died the year after I left high school.  I had not seen him in three years, even though he lived a mere half mile away.  While he lost his life, he lived it more fully than any of us.  He also left behind an indelible memory, and a standard to which I point myself as much as possible.  He was one remarkable human being, and remains a great friend, even today, in my heart.
This blog Finding Your Oasis, is dedicated to Donny Solvason.  I wish I could, someday, be as complete and as whole as he was.
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